An American Man of Letters
The University of North Carolina Magazine
The North Carolina Review, October 3, 1909
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AN AMERICAN MAN OF LETTERS
A slave who owned his master; a poet ignorant of the rules
of prosody; a man of letters l)efore he had learned to read; a
writer of short stories who published in several papers simul-
taneously before the day of newspaper syndicates ; an author
who supported himself and his family in an intellectual cen-
ter liefore authorship had attained to the dignity of a pro-
fession in America: such was Geoi'ge Horton, a negro, Ixjrn
in North Carolina, in 1798.
Like all the members of his race, he was fond of melody
and devoted to church going; and to this religious impulse he
owed the cultivation of a poetic temperament, and the oppor-
tunity to study tlie structure of the short story.
My attention was drawn to his Avork several years ago by
some verses of his written for a lady's album in 1840, to the
authorship of Avhich he had relinquished all claim for twenty-
five cents. The quality of the verse and the story of its
author led me to look into tlie man's history and to
search for his work in the tiles of the newspapers of his day.
George was the property of Mr. James Horton, of Chat-
ham County. He was a full-blooded black man, something
like the type known today as negroid, yet more Aryan than
Semitic in features, and more like the natives of India and
Northern Africa, than the negro south of the Sahara. He
himself, Othello like, boasted of the purity of his black
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blood. Such is the description I get of his personal appear-
ance from old residents of Chapel Hill, who knew him in his
George lived on the plantation of his master, where he
made a pretense of working on the farm, until he was about
thirty-three years old. His time in winter was spent large-
ly in fishing and hunting, and in some slight personal ser-
vice for his master. His summers were devoted mainly to
protracted meetings. He became familiar with the Bible
from hearing it read, and Avith the melodies of the Metho-
dist hymnal, which were constantly ringing in his ears.
From these sources he gained his sole knowledge of stories
and of verse. On hearing some verses read from an odd
number of the North Carolina University Magazine, he asked
his master's permission to visit Chapel Hill and get acquain-
ted with the young jnasters who did such work.
When he reached the university town, his gift of versifica-
tion secured for him ready employment. He composed
acrostics on ladies' names, and love songs and other amorous
verses for ladies' albums. He was also actively employed in
the production of love letters. George found his new ven-
ture so profitable that he offered his owner fifty cents a day
for his time, which was worth nothing on the farm. Soon
his verses appeared in the University Magazine, some of the
young masters claiming the authorship. All his lines were
written down by others from his dictation, for he had never
learned to write. Hie had learned to read, however, by the
use of his Wesleyan hymn book, and learned his words
before he learned his letters, thus anticipating a method of
the new education. The laws of the State forbade the teach-
ing of slaves, but George learned to read without a teacher,
and his master knew nothing of his accomplishments until
he was shown some of his verses.
One of George's earlier efforts at Chapel Hill, inspired by
the half-dollar of an aspiring Sopliomore, who nightly wan-
dered in the neighborhood of Piney Prospect, ran thus:
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At length the silver queen begins to rise,
And spread her glowing mantle in the skies,
And from the smiling chambers of the east.
Invites the eye to her resplendent feast.
The poet begged a blue-backed sioelling book, and from
this learned his letters, with what assistance no one ever
knew. Later he learned to spell by matching the words in
his hymnal, which he already knew by heart and by sight,
with the words in the spelling book. In this way, he learned
to read his Bible. Thus, entirely unaided by instruction, he
learned to read and made the acquaintance of grammar and
prosody, acquiring a simple straightforward style, and writ-
ing good idiomatic English.
Dr. Joseph Caldwell, president of the University, was
interested in the gifted negro and lent him books, and
George was not slow to add to his small store of the best in
English literature. About this time, in 1829, Gales and
Son printed at Raleigh several of his poems in a pamphlet,
entitled "The Hope of Liberty", a collection made up entire-
ly from his earlier efforts. From this pamphlet the follow-
ing is taken:
THE SLAVE'S COMPLAINT
' 'Am I sadly cast aside,
On misfortune's rugged tide?
Will the world my pains deride
"Must I dwell in Slavery's night,
And all pleasure take its flight.
Far beyond my feeble sight,
"Worst of all, must hope grow dim,
And withhold her cheering beam?
Rather let me sleep and dream
"Something still my heart surveys.
Groping through this dreary maze ;
Is it Hope?J— then bum and blaze
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"Leave me not a wretch confined,
Altogetlier lame and blind,
Unto gross despair consigned.
"Heaven! in whom can I confide?
Canst thou not for all provide?
Condescend to be my guide
"And when transient life shall end,
Oh may some kind eternal friend
Bid me from servitude ascend,
Forever ! ' '
George never really cared t'i)r more libertj^ than he liad,
but he was fond of playing to the grand-stand. It was a
common .saying in Chapel Hill that Poet Horton owned Mr.
Horton and all but owned the president of the University.
The next example of his woik is one of his earlier efforts
in that style of verse making which won for him a liveli-
hood and reputation at Chapel Hill. It is entitled:
"Whilst tracing thy visage, I sink in emotion,
For no other damsel so wond' rous I see ;
Thy looks are so pleasing, thy charms so amazing,
I think of no other, my true love, but thee.
"With heart-burning rapture I gaze on thy beauty.
And fly like a bird to the boughs of a tree;
Thy looks are so pleasing, thy charms so amazing,
I fancy no other, my true love, but thee.
"Thus oft in the valley I think and I wonder
Why cannot a maid with her lover agree?
Thy looks are so pleasing, thy charms so amazing,
I pine for no other, my true love, but thee.
"I'd fly from thy frowns with a heart full of sorrow —
Return, pretty damsel, and smile thou on me;
By ev'ry endeavor, I'll try thee forever;
And languish until I am fancied by thee. ' '
This, too, was written down from his dictation before its
author had learned to write.
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The following stanza is from one of his poems of the same
"Come melting Pity, from afar,
And break this vast euormons bar,
Between a wretch and thee ;
Purchase a few short days of time,
And bid a vassal soar sublime,
On wings of Liberty."
His work at Chapel Hill and his appeals to the sympathy
of the students secured for him a small sum of money, with
which he hoped to buy his freedom and a passage to Tiiberia ;
but after the death of his patron, Dr. Caldwell, he gave him-
self up to drink, and his little savings, with all tliat he could
earn or beg, went for liquor. A favorite scheme of his for
raising money was to write some verses setting forth the sick-
ness and distress of his familj^ and closing with an appeal t(j
the students to "lend a helping hand to the old unfortunate
bard". This he would take from room to room and read,
and his old employers in versification nearly always respond-
ed liberally. Dr. Battle tells us in his history of the Univer-
sity that "his manner was courteous, his moral character
good. Like Byron, Burns, and Poe, he often quenched the
divine spark with unpoetic wliiskey."
I have on my table as I write a small volume of his poems
published in 1838. Earlj'- in the fifties a small duodecimo
volume of his verses was published in Boston along with his
autobiography. Several short stories and numerous essays of
his were also published about this time.
He addressed the following verses to Horace G reel 3', and
they appeared in the New York Tribune.
THE POET'S PETITION
"Bewailing 'mid the ruthless wave
I lift my feeble hand to thee,
Let me no longer be a slave,
But drop the fetters and be free.
* 'Why will regardless Fortune sleep
Deaf to my penitential prayer.
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Or leave the struggling bard to weep,
Alas! and languish in despair?
"He is an eagle void of wings
Aspiring to the mountain height,
Yet in the vale aloud he sings
For Pity's aid to give him flight.
"Then listen all who never felt
For fettered genius heretofore,
Let hearts of petrification melt,
And bid the gifted negro soar."
Horton's versification had often been employed in singing
the praises of the ladies, and he had written many an acros-
tic and sung many a song in praise of Sally Maxwell, a
charming young widow of Warrenton . For this work he re-
ceived his highest prices, paid by the lovesick swains of
Chapel Hill who spent their senior vacation in that delight-
ful village. Miss Cheney of Connecticut, who afterwards be-
came Mrs. Horace Greely, was teaching school at Warrenton,
and, while making a short stay in New York on her way to
North Carolina, met Greel}^ and still further enlisted his in-
terest in the negro poet.
When George's student employer was willing to pay as
much as fifty cents, the poem was generously gushing. Hor-
ton continued to live near Chapel Hill until the coming of
the United States cavalry in 1865, when he accompanied an
army officer to Philadelphia, and lived there until his death
at an advanced age.
He was fond of writing poems in pairs, matching one against
the other. The result of his first effort in this direction was
given to a young instructor in the University in recognition
of some favor that ths poet had received at his hands :
THE PLEASURE OF A BACHELOR'S LIFE
O tell. me not of Wedlock's charms,
Nor busy Hymen's galling chain,
But rather let me fold my arms
From pleasures which wiW end in pain.
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'Tie true the primogenial flower
Arose to please in Eden's grove,
But did she not as soon devour
The silly bee that sought her love?
Then with content remain alone,
But still on wings of pleasure soar,
The storms of life will soon be gone,
Perhaps, and to return no more.
Without a surly wife to scold,
Or children lo disturb your mind,
To pillage o'er your chest for gold.
And spend for trifles what they find.
PAIN OF A BACHELOR'S LIFE
When Adam dwelt in Eden's shade,
His state was joyless there ;
He then the general scene surveyed.
No true delight the world dsiplayed
To him witliout the fair.
His mind was like the ocean's wave
When rolling to and fro ;
He seemed a creature doomed to crave,
Too melancholy to be brave,
AVheii ui) trra pleasure.-: flow.
At length a sniiling woman rose,
A bone from hi^ own side,
The scene of pleasure to disclose
An<l lull him into soft repose,
The raptni-es of a bride
Young bachelor whoe'er thou art
Thy pleasures are but rare;
A t]iorn will ever pierce thy heart
Until fond nature takes its part
Of comfort with the fair.
His later work showed remotely and in some small meas-
ure the influence of tliat group of Elizabethan poets who were
wont to meet in tlie clvil»-room of the Mermaid Tavern, and,
after he went to Philadelphia, he wrute a number of poems
in imitation of Marlowe's "Passionate Shepherd to his Love"
and "The Nymph's Reply" by Sir Walter Raleigh.
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It was in Philadelphia that he developed his gift of story
telling, his stories being modelled on the old stories of the
East, as he had learned them from his Bible and in many cases
being bodily taken from the Scriptures and made modern as
to names and places. In this he was even more success-
ful than was Benjamin Franklin in his famous paraphrase of
the Book of Job. The source (^f Horton's inspiration was
alvnys liid from any but tlic closest students of Holy Writ,
and even they did not often recognize tlieir old friends in
In yet another respect this poet would be a paradox in our
day. He did very little work before reaching the age of
forty, and the most productive period of liis life began when
he was sixty-seven years old, continuing lill liis death at the
age of eightv-five, in 1883.
All the examples of his verse that I have given are selected
from his earlier productions, written when he was still an